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Sep. 15th, 2015 | 12:14 pm
posted by: skittles4zell in seiferzell

Title: The Great Tampon Purchase of 2015
Rating: PG
Characters: Seifer, Zell
Word Count: 439
Tags: AU, language
Summary: Grocery store first meeting.
Notes: Inspired by this picture, in which there’s a guy at a grocery store purchasing tampons and cupcakes, presumably for his girlfriend. I'm on an AU kick. So, yeah.
X-posted: ffviii_100

Zell was unapologetically staring at the items on the grocery store conveyer belt in front of him. Tampons, chocolate candy bar, ice cream, bag of chips, and a bushel of daisies.

Boyfriend of the year, apparently, Zell drolly thought. It was a nice gesture. He’d never had a girlfriend for whom to buy those kinds of things, but he found himself wondering if he would have the gall to swallow his manly pride and tote a box of feminine products around a crowded store.

Zell shifted on his feet, reaching to grab the item separator so he could place his own groceries down. He eyed the guy in front of him. He was taller than Zell, maybe by a good half a foot. Blond hair, strong shoulders. The guy’s back was to Zell, so he couldn’t get a good look at his face. Now bored with the stranger, Zell read through the headlines of the tabloid magazines nearby as he waited for his turn.


“They’re not mine,” a voice called as Zell strolled through the parking lot towards his Jeep.

Zell looked around. The tampon guy was leaning against a fancy-looking red car. A red car whose car payment looked to exceed Zell’s monthly rent. “Huh?”

The tall blond pulled himself from his car. “The tampons.”

Zell blinked. “Yeah, obviously. You don’t have to explain to me.”

“I know, but I wanted you to know they’re for my sister. So when I ask you out, you don’t say some lame bullshit like ‘but you bought tampons for your girlfriend.’ I don’t take rejection well, basically.”

Zell was trying to figure out when casually talking about tampons became his life, but the guy had his curiosity piqued. “I’m Zell.” He moved his grocery bags to his other side and reached out to shake hands with the stranger.


“Need to get those home to your sister?” Zell asked, nodding towards the bags in Seifer’s car.

Seifer smiled. “She can wait. You gonna give me your number?”

Zell found his confidence amusing. “The ice cream might melt.”

He quirked an eyebrow and shook his head. “Insulated cooler bag, miracle of the 21st century. Are you deflecting my question?”

“Not at all,” Zell replied smoothly. He fumbled through his pocket for a rumpled napkin. “Pen?”

Seifer’s smile turned into a smirk as he handed Zell a blue ballpoint pen.

Zell scribbled his number. “I’m free tomorrow, if you wanna take me somewhere in your snazzy car.”

Seifer laughed. “Sure. I’m free as well.”

“Convenient,” Zell said with a grin. He handed Seifer his napkin with his number on it. “See ya.”


Title: In Which Zell is Hangry, and Seifer is Allergic
Rating: G
Characters: Zell, Selphie, Seifer
Word Count: 436
Tags: AU
Summary: The one time Selphie fails at throwing a party.
Notes: Loosely based on an AU prompt from Tumblr: “Both of us are allergic to the food here, wanna go somewhere else?”
X-posted: ffviii_100

Selphie’s dinner party is an absolute disaster, and Zell is beginning to think there isn’t enough alcohol under her roof to revive it. It’s funny enough, though, watching the petite brunette scramble around in her perfect yellow sundress as she tries to recollect some type of order.

“Irvy, order some pizzas! Rai, grab more ice! Quisty, there are more napkins in the pantry.” Her bright green eyes land on Zell, but he is determined to avoid being given a task and looks everywhere except at her. “You! Music!”

He pretends not to hear her, but she comes and pokes him roughly in the middle of his chest. “What?”

“Zell! I need you to help with the music!” She’s whining and desperate, but Zell is hungry and frustrated.

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the only one who knows how to work the damn thing!”

It’s usually funny hearing her curse, but Zell can still smell the remnants of a burnt rotisserie chicken, and it’s doing little to stifle his annoyance. “Nope, sorry. I’m out.” He side-steps her before she can launch into a tirade and politely drops his plastic red cup into a recycling bin. Outside, he’s making a beeline for his car when an unfamiliar voice calls out to him. Zell turns but continues to walking, should Selphie be sprinting towards him in an effort to catch him.

“Is it that bad?” The stranger asks after jogging to catch up to Zell beside his car.

Zell glances back towards the house and sees Selphie giving him the evil eye from a window, hands on her hips; he ignores her. “Yeah. Pretty bad. Who’re you?”

The man follows Zell’s gaze and whistles under his breath. “I’m Seifer, the neighbor. She looks pissed. I was just on my way in, but…”

Zell folds his arms over his chest. “You’re a little late, aren’t you?”

Seifer’s eyes narrow as though he’s offended at Zell’s statement. “She told me her menu yesterday, and I’m allergic to half of it. Thought I’d at least make an appearance.”

“Thoughtful,” Zell snipped, rolling his eyes. Zell makes a move towards his car, but Seifer reaches out and grabs his arm before he can get away.

“Wanna grab something to eat? I bet you’re better company with food in your face.”

Zell looks back towards the house to see if Selphie is still watching and breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that she isn’t. She must have assumed her neighbor would talk him into staying. “She’d be pissed if we both bailed on her.”

Seifer shrugs, and Zell likes his nonchalance. “Oh well.”

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from: perkyandproud
date: Sep. 28th, 2015 05:36 am (UTC)

LOL! Seifer has the BEST pickup lines! :)

Yay drabbles! :)

*sends hugs in exchange*

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